Spectral Lovers (John Crowe Ransom Poems)
By night they haunted a thicket of April mist,Out of that black ground suddenly come to birth,Else angels lost in ...
By night they haunted a thicket of April mist,Out of that black ground suddenly come to birth,Else angels lost in ...
'T is the noon of the spring-time, yet never a birdIn the wind-shaken elm or the maple is heard;For green ...
IShe lay, and serving-men her lithe arms took,And bound them round the withering old man,And on him through the long ...
Broken melody -- tear sparkling in the eyeOf a woman loved...Please past,Jewel lost,A trampled dreamLips unkissedIn the broken melody.With silent ...
Acacia, burnt myrrh, velvet, pricky stings.—I'm not so young but not so very old,said screwed-up lovely 23.A final sense of ...
Somewhere thou awaitest, And I, with lips unkissed,Weep that thus to latest Thou puttest off our tryst!The golden bowls are broken, The silver ...
The leaves dance, the leaves sing,The leaves dance in the breath of the Spring.I bid them dance,I bid them sing,For ...
The Snowdrop is the prophet of the flowers; It lives and dies upon its bed of snows; And like a ...
I dreamt my little boys were dead And I was sitting wild and lone;On closed unmoving knees my head ...
ON the bank of the river, in the row of cranes,That one drooped its head,Put its beak under its wing, ...
I'VE had a heap of fun and I've had a heap of sorrow, I've had a heap of pleasure and ...
WHERE tides of tossed wistaria bloom Foam up in purple turbulence, Where twining boughs have built a room And wing'd ...
C. N.--Died April, 1857.What spirit is it that doth pervade The silence of this empty room? And as I lift ...
IF one might hope that when we say farewell To life, we two might but be one at ...
Somewhere thou awaitest, And I, with lips unkissed, Weep that thus to latest Thou puttest off our tryst! The golden ...
I should have thought in a dream you would have brought some lovely, perilous thing, orchids piled in a great ...
Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead ...
Acacia, burnt myrrh, velvet, pricky stings. â?"I'm not so young but not so very old, said screwed-up lovely 23. A ...
I. ENOUGH ! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were ...
As often-times the too resplendent sun Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath ...
I AM the tender voice calling "Away," Whispering between the beatings of the heart, And inaccessible in dewy eyes I ...
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